All Blank

Tropical horizons of numb walls, Wherein lies my dead mind, impotent veins. Inside of my skins bursts, spelling the blank point where there is no moss, where there is no sapphire Sustenance to soliloquy dreams dipped in blank paints Who am I? A corpse of redundant hopes, a pool of mosquitoes, tortoise eye. Stammering lips… Continue reading All Blank